Page 33 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“She came into heat in the library, and immediately demanded the servicing start,” Lythia giggled. “We can sneak up onto the outer ring and watch without being seen. Come on.”

Mika hesitated for approximately a split second. Casimer probably wouldn’t like it, but then again, Casimer didn’t like anything besides her total obedience and that was boring. She and Lythia made their way through the castle’s halls and up to a second floor that led to a balcony encircling the library, an octagonal structure carrying many thousands of tomes.

She could hear the sounds before she saw what was happening, loud moans and grunts and cries of pleasure and joy. She and Lythia crouched down next to the balcony and peered through the stone railings. Down below, in the midst of what had probably been a tidy stack of books, a mating was taking place.

The female, Lady Sapphire, an elegant woman at the best of times, had lost some of her dignity. Her carefully coiffed hair had fallen about her head as she kneeled on all fours and behind her a male noble entered her over and over again, her skirts askew.

The dragon woman was moaning quite loudly now, rolling her hips as the male behind her made free with her body, pistoning the hard ridge of his erection deep inside her wet channel. The sounds of their bodies sliding together traveled through the air, wet and frequent. It grew in intensity as the male seemed to reach the tipping point of his pleasure, growling and shouting without any regard for the usual decorum of the castle. The lady’s cries were equally needy, her back arching, her hips pumping as her desperate body made obvious efforts to suck the semen from the dragon’s cock.

“He’s going to come,” Lythia whispered. “They always get like that when they’re going to spill. Aggressive.”

Down below, the dragon snatched a handful of the lady’s hair and pulled her head back, slamming his cock inside her over and over again with such rough force Mika didn’t know whether to be aroused or scared.

Finally he let go with a cry of pure triumph, slamming deep into her and holding himself there. The lady’s hips ground up and down, apparently milking every drop before the dragon pulled out of her well fucked sex. Mika’s eyes widened as she saw the volume of thick white seed spilling from the woman’s pussy, only to be pushed back in by the arrival of a second male and his rampant cock. There were several more waiting their turn in various stages of undress. Even from the balcony she could see their thick, pulsing members ready to fuck the lady and fill her over and over again.

“Oh, my god,” Mika breathed.

“I know,” Lythia agreed. “I can’t wait for that to be me.”

“You’ve really never had sex?” Mika glanced at Lythia.

“I have had sex,” Lythia whispered, as if it were a secret. “I’m not supposed to, but I have a man who wants me. But I mean, I can’t wait to have a proper heat. I can’t wait to want it like Sapphire wants it. I can’t wait to be worshiped like that.”

“Hello, ladies.”

A deep voice behind them made Mika freeze in place. Lythia did the same. Then slowly, they turned their heads to see the tall form of King Casimer standing over them. Mika tried for a little smile, but Lythia was smarter. She bowed and curtsied and whimpered and made another of her quick exits, leaving Mika to face the king’s wrath.

“And what do you think you are doing, pet?” Casimer’s deep tones held a hint of humor and a big dose of sternness. Before Mika could answer, he reached out, pulled her up to her feet, and marched her out of the library proper. Not so far away that the cries of the mated woman could not still be heard, but far enough that those engaged in the orgy would not be distracted by the king’s pet getting into trouble once more.

* * *

Casimer knew very well what they had been doing. It was the same thing dozens of servants, and likely some nobles were doing from behind various walls and curtains, but that did not mean Casimer was going to allow Mika to do the same. He watched a dozen little expressions chase over her face: shame, fear, embarrassment. They were all replaced with her rebellious stoicism, which was among the least of his favorite moods.

“I was watching a lady have sex,” Mika said, lifting her chin. “I was watching her get what I don’t.”

“Is that what you want, Mika? Several men lined up behind you to spill their seed inside you time and time again?”

“No, I want…” She blushed and her voice became softer. “I want to mate with you.”

Casimer took a deep breath. He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too. But the time had not yet come, though she could not understand that, of course. She only understood what her all too human flesh wanted.

“Pet, sweet pet, you would be harmed if I mated with you. You have seen the size of me. Besides, you are mature, but you are still young. There is no rush for you to mate. You are still learning how your body reacts to simple pleasures.”

“I’m not that much younger than you,” Mika insisted.

“You must not remember much of our first night’s acquaintance.” Casimer cocked his head to the side. “How old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know? Thirty-five or something?”

He shook his head.

“Older? Uhm, I don’t know, forties…?” Her voice went up in a sort of high-pitched questioning intonation, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

Casimer shook his head again.

“Older?” Her eyes were squinting now, as if she actually could not see his age and was trying very hard to. “How much older? Are you a hundred years old? Two hundred?” She smirked as if she thought that were a funny joke.

“I am many times older than every number you have mentioned,” he said, running his fingers through her hair, which was beginning to turn copper red at the roots. Her natural self was starting to emerge through the facade she put up, an apt metaphor for the slow process of change she was undergoing in his care.